Friday morning Qwilleran sat at his typewriter and stared at the row of keys that spelled q-w-e-r-t-y-u-i-o-p. He hated that word, qwertyuiop; it meant that he was stymied, that he should be writing brilliant copy, and that he hadn't an idea in his head.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16124 | 2018-01-20 23:03:11 | 64.52 | 100% |
| 9581 | 2017-05-18 08:50:49 | 55.79 | 95% |
| 7090 | 2017-02-27 10:50:40 | 44.98 | 87% |
| 5940 | 2017-02-19 06:39:59 | 36.58 | 90% |
| 5692 | 2017-02-17 11:39:54 | 44.52 | 95% |
| 5473 | 2017-02-16 09:29:15 | 44.94 | 96% |
| 4639 | 2017-02-11 03:21:44 | 49.10 | 95% |
| 2467 | 2017-01-25 23:18:56 | 41.99 | 97% |